William Shakespeare. 1564–1616

Sonnet X.

“For shame! deny that thou bear’st love to any”

FOR shame! deny that thou bear’st love to any  
Who for thyself art so unprovident.  
Grant, if thou wilt, thou art belov’d of many,  
But that thou none lov’st is most evident;  
For thou art so possess’d with murderous hate    5
That ’gainst thyself thou stick’st not to conspire,  
Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate  
Which to repair should be thy chief desire.  
O! change thy thought, that I may change my mind:  
Shall hate be fairer lodg’d than gentle love?   10
Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,  
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:  
  Make thee another self, for love of me,  
  That beauty still may live in thine or thee.